merchants of soul

Back to Glasgow.

And some views of Merchant City,

The edgy district where City Centre meets East End.

I Heart Glasgow.


And Merchant City, the oldest bit.


The amazing Tolbooth Steeple, built 1627.


It's five storeys high.
{That's six in American.}


Virginia Street.


And Virginia Place.
{I have a fondness for Virginia because it is my birthplace.}


Jigsaw in the old bank.


Merchant Square.


And what's that amazing orange tower ?


The Tron Steeple.


Built 1636, and part of a church that was later destroyed by fire.


I'm glad the steeple survived.


Did you know Glasgow has its very own Mannekin Pis ?


Gritty Ggow.


My city of crumbling Victorian buildings.


St. Enoch.


Merchant City News.


I don't watch Doctor Who,
but I hear this is significant to those who do.


Hutchesons Hall, Ingram Street.


Merchants of soul, so unkind.


Merchants of soul, they don't mind.


They'll take your soul, I need mine.
xx

scots wha hae

A few weekends ago, my friend Heidi came up to Glasgow for a visit.

It provided a welcome opportunity to visit some of the many
hipster-y cafés, coffee shops, and bars Glasgow has to offer.

Urban Outfitters-esque interiors and all.
Glasgow even has an Urban Outfitters.
All of this is denied to me in Medieval York.

Indie Glasgow = West End.


And brunch at Hillhead Bookclub {hb},
which I've already featured on le blog.


But I love this place so much, I'm showing it again.


It used to be an old cinema.


So it's got an amazing balcony above the bar.


And is just generally amazing.


And yes.


That is a light-up moose head.


I love the tufted blue velvet booths.


And their drinks are lovely.


Sunday morning mimosas & strawberry water.


Heart {hb}.


Glasgow Sundays require Creswell Lane.


Pop into De Courcy's Arcade.


Sadly it wasn't open yet.


So onto my fave Ashton Lane.


And some University graffiti for good measure.


The best coffee in Glasgow: Beanscene.
Oh I'll miss it.


Heading into the city centre;
At the western end of Sauciehall Street.


The Savoy.


AND THEN A MAJOR DISCOVERY.
REAL, AUTHENTIC BURRITOS IN THE UK.
WTF.
AMAZING.
The place is called Pinto, and it's basically a Chipotle rip-off.
Y'all have no idea how much I miss good Mexican food.
And I discover this place right before I leave Ggow, ugh.


Another fave bit of University graffiti.


And Bath Street at dusk.


For drinks at Lucky 7.


And more amazing interiors.


All those logs have little words and drawings on them.


And peeling wallpaper, so urban.

7.


There is just nothing like this in Yorky Porky.


And this one is for Glasgow.
xx